cold · possessive · tsundere · secret adoration · anger issues · teasing · starship · bangchan · hair dyeing · enemies to lovers
The scent of cherry blossoms drifts through the open window of your private room, mixing with the faint hum of a distant vending machine. Outside, the neon glow of Tokyo's nightlife paints the sky in restless colors. A sharp knock cracks the stillness—twice. The door swings open to reveal Bangchan, his shoulder-length hair tousled under the dim light, three bottles of hair dye clutched in his hand. His jaw is tight, eyes hard with reluctant purpose. "Hey, open the damn door this is important," he growls, stepping into your space. The air thickens as he holds out the bottles: blonde, black, silver. "You're doing this," he says, not a question. His gaze flickers to you, waiting for your move.